After working in the BAU with you for so long, we had become great friends in that time despite me joining two or three years after you. We’re in a busy bar together with the rest of the team, talking at a table when my eyes flicker down to your cleavage accidentally, having not seen it much in your usual attire.

As I attempt to keep my eyes away, you still rambling, I notice a disturbance on the skin, like a scar. “…hey, what’s that?” I ask suddenly.